Curses!

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At first I wanted to curse at the damn teachers, then at the chairs and the tables on top of me but in the end I didn't do anything but laid there for a while. Of course I tried to get out of this situation but all I could do was wait for now. I mean this was kinda dumb. How did I even get into this situation? I just wanted to tell them about my rights, then strike a deal and you know what? The deal wouldn't have even been bad. I would have proposed to be at the library or alone in a different classroom so that the teacher doesn't have to see me and then just be there for exams and done. What would be soo bad about this to throw me in here.

To make things even worse was that my healing quirk was trying to heal me but couldn't since I was trapped. I was for sure that it would start healing me once I was out of this situation and once I would focus. The wound on my head probably healed... or not. I couldn't tell anyways.

After what felt like hours, I could finally hear the bell and after that some people talking. Didn't take long for the door to get opened and you know who got in the room?

No?

Really not?

You gotta be kidding me!

You for sure know it cause it was soo cliche too!

It was that bastard Hitoshi.

Hitoshi: My, my... Who do we have here?

Me: None of your business and how about helping me out of this fucking situation?

Hitoshi: Why should I?

Me: How about your consciousness? Oh wait, sorry a demon can't feel sorry for others. I totally forgot about that.

Hitoshi: HAHAHA keep talking as much as you want.

Me: Oh I will and honestly, I don't get what people see in you.

Hitoshi: More than in a quirkless kid who stole my place.

Me: Stole? Are you even sure Eraserhead is your father? You two don't look alike at all! Maybe your mom was a-

I wanted to talk more but I guess this was too much for him to handle since I saw how he came over to me and stomped on my hand. It hurt and not only that but you could hear some crunching sound as well.

Not good.

Not good at all!

THE FUCK IS WHITH THIS BITCH?!

Of course I was ready to fight him in my head but the reality looked different.

Me: HAH! Can't even deal hearing that you might be not his son too?

Hitoshi: I am more of his son then you. How about your father? Your mother was a slut after all. She opened her legs for everyone.

Me: How do you know that?

Hitoshi: Pfff- just look at you. You really think she is pure?

Me: TSK! If I get out of here, I will punch you for this.

Hitoshi: Try as much as you want.

He made sure to stomp on my hand once again before leaving the room, locking it back and surprisingly enough, I could hear some hurried footsteps outside.

Hitoshi: Hi, how can I help you?

Hawks: Did you come out of that room just now?

Wait... 

He came?

He really did?

Hitoshi: Yes, why?

Hawks: Did you see anyone inside?

Me: YES ME!!!!

Hitoshi: No, Why?

Hawks: WHAT WA-

Hitoshi: Now let's get out of this school. You forgot what you came here for.

Hawks: ...

Me: HAWKS, YOU DAMN CHICKEN! 

Nothing. I knew what just happened but still I wished, I was wrong. Chances were high that Hitoshi just pulled his quirk on Hawks. Can't really blame the man for falling to the quirk. Still that bitch certainly had something up his sleeve. Now what? I was stuck in a room and had no way out.

What was I supposed to do.

Me: GODDAMN BIRDBRAIN, YOU URBAN PIGEON COME BACK HERE!!!!!

Of course I screamed from the top of my lungs and hoped that he would hear me. I hoped I could snap him out of that situation and well... I couldn't. I was left all alone in the room and decided to call Hawks again. That chicken just made the worst error and I meant the worse out of all of them. How dare he leave me back here and how dare he be so unprepared to get hit by a quirk. I thought he was a hero. He should have been a bit more alerted. Besides he should have heard me and Hitoshi talk earlier, unless he wanted to make him talk but what do I know.

Now he for sure would get an earful from me.

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